Cullington's Theorem
There, dancing on my cranium
(In seven-thirteen time)
Two atoms of uranium
That have no sense or rhyme
And half a lifetime wasted
And half of life not tasted
Corrodes me like a crime
Here, on my left posterior
(in sultry black-and-white)
Was a message must ulterior
A mirror image on the right
Of the atom, rudely shattered
Deep-fried after being battered
And skulking out of sight
Where, in my molar cavity
(In pink and fleshy state)
An act of real depravity
Takes place each night at eight
When burnished Slavs do wrestle
And mortar strives with pestle
To ape the form concavity
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Apsley, P, Kendra, fester, Rob. |
Poem finished: | 30th October 2000. |